You are the poem I failed to understand

I nonchalantly threw your coat
From the couch to the floor

Thought how the trace
Of wilted flowers and old books
Crumpled like a poem

Picked it up again
Carefully smoothing sleeve against lapel
The faded ring around the fold of cuff
Snarkly whispering
Into your secret hand

As if you wore your dog-eared pages
And I in your almost unknown thoughts
Still lost